Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The same techniqued he uses to those ten notorious men. As the dust of smoke died down, the enemies were still standing but there bodies covered in tiny wounds as their clothes shredded into pieces. But the damage was not major it was only minor ones still E.J made them to cough blood. He knew E.J well. He has many on his sleeves and he could feel he's holding himself to lunged at the nine men. E.J once told him about his past, how he became an assassin in such a young age of seven. He never go into details but he knew, E.J was telling the truth. His mother once talked to him about what he saw on E.J. She said, E.J was the bringer of death. That whenever he went death always follow. She sai

which wasn't pleasant to him not at all ! Seeing the door burst open and making a lot of noise , anger grew within Tom , he rised up to see who dared to interfere in his matters, but his eyes came in contact with the eye's of the devil , that's the name that came to his mind when he saw those murderous eyes, he can sense the killing intent in them oh ! if really, eyes can kill he will sure be dead by now .

“There were actually three of us when it happened. The first one was killed, shot in the head. The second was also killed, but by the man they called 'Eagle Eye'.” “Eagle Eye?” “Yeah. A special experienced hunter that uses bow and arrow to eliminate his prey. He's quick, precise, skilled and incredibly flexible. He's like an acrobat, like a ninja. However, you don't usually see him. They only send him out if the hunters are having difficulty killing the prey,” Stan explains. “How did you even survive though?” “I ran and hid…and I uh…” I pause to look at him. He gazes back expectantly.

I tried to step around it but got the same result. “It seems that it will not let me go back.” I told Crimson as I turned back to him. He mailed his eyes at the eye. “Should I destroy it?” He had his knife outReady to take these nightmare Eyes out like he had done with all the rest but before you could moveSomething shot out of the eyeAnd buried itself right in his arm. The small knife is really an inch thick and 3 in wide. He reached for the knifeAbout to yank it outOf his arm when another oneShot out at him30 minutes to dodge this one since he was expecting it.

How was any of that my fault? I saw through the front window, his eyes were open. He wasn’t breathing. I could tell by the lifeless pale face of his that he was dead. Earlier.. it must have been a reflection of the light because at this moment, his eyes were completely normal. Normal? They were empty and lifeless but they didn’t seem like silver prosthetics. They were a pale blue with a pupil and a white cornea, just as a normal eye should be. This guy.. I looked the car over, it was an uber. I decide to check the back just in case there was someone else. I would expect my recognition skills to fail me.

I’ve been studying them both closely, just like Dad trained me to do with all my enemies. One-Eye has a clear preference for his right-hand side, which makes sense given his massive blind spot. I spot nicotine stains on his fingers. A smoker. He hasn’t left to take a smoke break in a while, and I can see him getting a bit jittery. He’s grown progressively more agitated over the past few hours, which only adds to my theory. I wonder if I can use this to my advantage somehow.

Intense. Real. An affliction with no antidote. Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me. It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead. And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.